"Have breakfast first..."
Kaxiu glanced at the white petals on the ground, then walked along the camphor road. A fragrance drifted over from afar.
On the north side of Citi Street, there are many breakfast shops on both sides of the street.
The cast iron door has been raised, and the breakfast shop owner and his helpers are making hot food, such as grilled sandwiches, oatmeal, sausages and bacon. There are also some bakeries open next to the breakfast shop, and customers are coming and going.
The air was filled with the fresh aroma of bread.
Kaxiu's practice of secret martial arts consumed a lot of physical energy, so naturally his appetite was not small. He ordered a bowl of oatmeal porridge, three grilled sausages, and two grilled meat and vegetable sandwiches, which he finished in a few bites.
Next to a camphor tree, under scattered golden spots, Kaxiu held a stack of newspapers in his left hand, which contained freshly baked fish and chips, and a cup of boiling hot milk in his right hand.
“It smells good…” He looked down at the golden French fries, and was about to eat them when Kaxiu suddenly realized something.
It is best not to eat seafood if the wound has not healed.
He was a little frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. He could only raise his head and drink the milk in one gulp, then walked towards the drugstore in the distance.
When passing by Purple Lake Park on the way, Kaxiu put the fish and chips on the black bench. If the park cleaning staff didn't clean it up, a homeless person would probably take it away.
“Ding ding ding…”
A series of crisp bells came from the front. It turned out to be a postman wearing a hood and riding a bicycle. He was wearing a striking blue uniform and the crossbody bag on his waist was also blue with green.
The diagonal bag contains mail from far away.
"Ding-ling-ling..." Kaxiu passed by the postman.
He spent a total of 10,000 Red Li Federation coins in the whole morning. This was really a waste of money. It turned out that practicing martial arts still required some assets at home. If you were really poor, you would not be able to get started without financial support.
At 11:30 am, Kaxiu walked back to Jessica's apartment carrying two large bags on his shoulders. Each bag was bulging, almost the size of a child, weighing about 50 kilograms.
Without some strength, it would be impossible to walk so far and carry it back.
The door closed with a creak and Kaxiu put down the two bags.
Boom! Boom!
He rolled up the bag and took out packets of herbs wrapped in newspapers. A strong smell of medicine immediately filled the room. Half an hour later, Kaxiu finally stood up from the ground.
On the right hand side was a large area of well-categorized and wrapped medicine bags, each bag representing the amount of medicine for a bath. On the left hand side were piles of different medicinal materials of different sizes.
That is used to make ointments and can be stored for a long time.
It is usually placed in a bottle so that people can carry it with them.
When it comes to exercise, of course, a medicinal bath once a day is the most effective, provided you have money, because medicinal baths will inevitably waste medicinal materials, and the amount of waste will be painful.
The ointment is different. There is basically no waste, and it can be carried with you and stored in advance. The only disadvantage is probably that the training effect is poor. The choice of which one is entirely up to the wind gate.
The sect usually only provides a monthly supply of ointment.
Of course, times are different now. The Red Lebanese Federation 70 years ago is not the same as the Red Lebanese Federation 70 years later.
With the rapid development of science and technology, many previously rare and precious medicinal materials have become available everywhere. And with the revolutionary development of the transportation industry and transportation tools, the transportation cost of medicinal materials has been greatly reduced. The production area of medicinal materials has changed from a county to the entire Red Lebanon Federation, and even all countries on the sea route.
Kaxiu glanced at the seventy or eighty packets of medicinal materials for the medicinal bath at his feet and nodded with satisfaction. Probably enough for three months.
A medicinal bath once a day was something that even the son of the Fengxiang Sect's leader didn't dare to think about. After all, the raw materials for the potion were indispensable, and its production was tied to the rarest medicinal material. This medicinal material was called orchid heart grass, and it was only produced in two places in Beiliu County before.
Seventy years later, there was a province in the Xinglan Empire in Xinglan Rock Continent that produced a lot of this herb. Ship after ship was transported to the Hongli Federation, and the price was cheap, if not out of the ordinary.
The price of cymbidium is even cheaper than other medicinal herbs.
And this is the advantage of the times.
From 12 o'clock until 1:30 in the afternoon, Kaxiu was preparing the ointment needed for the Elephant Soul Secret Technique. Strong smells of burning and medicine slowly drifted up to the sky through the window.
Fortunately, he lived on the top floor of Jessica's apartment and had no neighbors upstairs, otherwise Kaxiu would most likely be reported.
The smell of the boiled medicine was so strong that even he couldn't stand it.
"Not to mention three or four months, even half a year or a year will be enough." Kaxiu placed two diamond-shaped glass bottles the size of a normal person's head in the cabinet, which were filled with black ointment.
This ointment cannot be used now. It needs to be sealed and fermented for a week. When it smells like river mud, it can be applied and used. By then, Kaxiu will divide these two large bottles into many small bottles for emergency use. For now, put it here.
He quickly walked to the living room, put all the herbs into a big bag, and finally put the bag in a cool and dry place.
After doing all this, Kaxiu took a cold shower.
Five minutes later, in front of the mirror, he looked at his right forearm and found that the scabs on the wound had all fallen off. Only a white line remained, which was the freshly grown skin.
As he practiced secret martial arts, his healing ability seemed to be much stronger than that of normal people, at least minor injuries healed faster.
Dry yourself and put on your clothes.
I pulled the curtains aside and tied them up with black ropes. The smell of medicine in the room was so strong that it would probably take an entire afternoon to dissipate.
When opening the door, Kaxiu picked up the black wide-brimmed hat from the coat rack, then turned the cold metal handle and walked out.
Go down the stairs and turn right to arrive at the camphor road. Some vendors are moving their stalls, so come back after dinner time.
Kaxiu glanced at the buildings across the street. Most of them were gray and white, Victorian style. Above the dormer windows were gables, with carvings or lace outlines on the surface.
The walls are made of red bricks, and there are many decorative carvings on the edges.
Along the way, the houses here are all equipped with iron railings, and there are metal decorative plates on the arch spans of the railings.
Inside are small trees decorated with ribbons.
The owners of these houses are naturally not poor people, nor are they wealthy businessmen like the Hudson family. Instead, they are middle-class people with relatively wealthy families and decent jobs.
At least in Shirakawa City, they are considered elites in their respective industries.
Kaxiu stopped a horse-drawn carriage on the roadside and left Citi Street. About ten minutes later, he arrived at a platform at an intersection.
He paid the fare and got off the carriage.